Once the lieutenant's breath was steady and he was sure he was sound asleep, Melkor slowly straightened himself, running his ashen fingers through the mass of silky hair splayed all over the pillows. He ran his thumb over the wet little spot where the tear had fallen, silently watching over the Maia for a few more peaceful moments.
Ironic, he thought then: it took an arrow in the chest and a disgusting wound which would leave its mark on the Maia's mortal flesh forever, for Melkor to see a content expression washing over Mairon's face. As though caught in a wonderful dream his muscles relaxed, the slow ascending and descending of his chest and abdomen now the only proof that Mairon was still alive.
Yes, he was still alive. And the memory of the creature that made it possible suddenly crossed the Vala's mind. His bruised, exhausted face framed by those long strands of hair red as the magma. And his bold words whenever he snapped and decided to bite back. And most importantly, his accursed lineage.
Melkor scowled.
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Of Love and Torture
FanfictionThis is an Angbang/Silmarillion fanfic written by me and the incredible @SweetieDoggie. In which an irritable Melkor, a disaster-prone Mairon and an unfortunate Maedhros all end up in the same fortress, so naturally chaos ensues.
